Tramping Triangle.

Two men and a girl were the only members of the Tramping Club who awoke after the Capping Ball In time to go on the Sunday trip in the vicinity or Titahi Bay.

A pleasant day was spent walking round the coast and over the hills in the direction or Plpinui Point, enlivened by intellectual discussion and splendid seascapes.

The party decided to take a short cut down to Porirua through the bush. The "short cut" proved to be deceptive, and the Sunday trippers soon round themselves fighting through tangled undergrowth and lawyer, the descent taking over two hours.

On arriving back at Porirua, the trio was interested to hear the comment or a lady sitting in a car parked by the station, who said, soto voce: "Look, dad—they'll be from the bat house!"

On the train the party met Tony Chorlton and friend. Tony had been cutting the teeth out or a stranded whale, and smelt horribly. Assisted by this odorous element, the trampers sang lustily and lewdly all the way back to Wellington.